Good Times at the Big K

Not quite done yet, actually. I am going to be frank (who ever that is!) I sit here complaining about my lifa sometimes, but sometimes I need to step back and realize what I have. I have a real close buddy I work with, let's call him Jim. Jim and I LOVE working together, when we are together, shit gets done. I always look on the schedule to see if he is working when I do. The managers love the work we accomplish together, and love us working together (which is RARE, they never let you work with a 'partner') Him and I share almost everything (well, not everything, but alot of stuff) Long story short, he came into work, and I knew something was wrong, I asked him what was up... He broke down and told me that a family member of his has cancer. He was so strong, it amazes me how well he has been coping, everyone needs someone strong like that in there life, someone to bring them up. And trust me, 'Jim' does, him and I LAUGH so much, we have a shittttnsjdbns load of inside jokes "Seven trays of fooooooood?" ahaha "You wanted a can opener? Is this it? (holds up baby".....(nvm) Anyway, Jim is just a strong person and he is sticking by this family members side, going to every appointment and just being great. I am so proud of him, I am truly glad to call him my friend, maybe potentially one of the best. Now I should get going to bed, before I ...well, I don't know. Sasquatch out.
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